My Last Breath

I open my eyes beneath the sky of glass, Petals drift around me, weightless, slow. The pond holds me like a cradle made of light, I feel no fear, just the quiet pulling tide. Every breath I thought I'd keep is fading, Yet my chest feels calm, my hands untied. This is my last breath, It falls like a feather through the deep. I close my eyes, And the world becomes a song I leave behind. I see my face on the ripples far above, It smiles at me as if to say: you're home. All the words I never spoke are blooming, Every secret turning into foam. This is my last breath, I feel the water sing me free. The flowers glow, And I sink into the quiet endlessly. No sorrow now, no reaching hand, I am the current, I am the sand. And if the world should call my name, It will echo softly, and fade away. This is my last breath, A kiss to the air before I go. I close my eyes, And the sky dissolves into the glow. And I let go...